Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

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Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you through a of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, the style
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor,
>From the city of Illinois, you when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of ready to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for like life
I twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big and not sayin shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga D an'
I'm foreseein the future, for human beings
I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the killer, I spill a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came down the

Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal
Mics I chop like Florida Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
It'll be but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words will enlight your
When I'm quick to strike your home just Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my will slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to in, I'm dangerous like Satan
bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the for black attack
I, yes quick to subtract the wack
When I go from track to track, in the mounds and coutin
like water from a fountain when I deliver
Like from a river makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's more clearer, outta the era

Thought]
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
Took a of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man the House of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my so you can hear me ta--
Bust rule the,
skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged that change formats and forms
I like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo like this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to reach where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll keep
Now I'm showin this in motion like a picure
the scripture, understood the first New Testament
Start to it
The is like this, where the beat went
I MC's the silent treatment
They tried to come me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he have room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles a Pony
ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this type of that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas me like one time
it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I the love of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper echelon of light
Funk distributed rap pro, to facts so
put, more revolutions than a axel
The sad slow much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop cocaine
The effortless wit moves like subtraction
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
More data than shows all added up
The educated nigga from Queens, by any
Servin any fiends, to Supreme Team
But like steam I rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block and chop spots
>From top notch cops to from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And sentences on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who can't across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the shit
I pack shit but it's like an automatic
I'm causin just like the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man Bobbito and
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of
I used to the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my to rhyme again
need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the wrap
Yo

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